And so the year draws to its close. The mists from the river rise and the shadows of the early evenings stir with phantoms from the past. Old Glasgow looms in the corner of your eye. The spark of the trams and trips to department store Santas rise up shape themselves into something more concrete than mere memory. Beware! Keep your feet on the brightly lit road and stick to the familiar way home. Take care in case the long-forgotten train whistle or the spectral signal lamp lures you away and you find yourselves walking down forgotten streets in the company of ghosts....